It is said that listening to the sound of rain can help you sleep.

But that was under the premise of being inside the house. Donald and his party didn't plan to sleep in the open in the rain, because that meant that Donald would have to sleep all night to ensure the operation of the devil's power.

Luckily, they arrived in Delchimo just before 8am.

"Delchimo is a religious area, remember to restrain yourself later, don't expose it, the heretics can't eat it here."

Donald had already dissipated his demonic power outside the city, and let the rain slap on the roof of the carriage, and then fell along the edges of the four corners, forming rain lines.

Among them, he was the only one who had lived in a religious area, so he naturally had to remind him of some things.

As soon as he entered the city, the first thing Donald saw was a sculpture in the shape of a sun about half the size of a fist on the street lamp on the long street, and one side hung on the railing of the street lamp. The flag is embroidered with a sunrise scene embellished with colored gemstones.

"This emblem.... If I remember correctly, it should be the religious emblem of the God of Morning Light. The books say that many parts of its teachings mention altruism and the spirit of selfless devotion. It should not be What trouble will there be? Find a hotel for a night’s rest, and go to the market tomorrow morning to sell the carriage first… It’s a trouble, can we put carriages on the train?”

They had to take Delchimo's train to Corta, and the carriage that carried them all the way became a problem.

"You can ask at that time. Maybe the train here can carry carriages... Donald, do you think there are too many pedestrians this rainy night?"

Relying on the light emitted by the lamp at the front of the carriage, I could see a few people in raincoats sheltering from the rain under a fruit stand, as if they were still haggling with the shop owner, while others were ignoring the wet and cold ground. , sitting at the door of a bakery, looking eagerly at the fluffy bread in the window.

"Maybe it's a homeless person. This kind of weather is more difficult than snow, and it's normal to go out and find a place to shelter from the rain."

Donald has also seen many similar people in Demingham. He lives in some dilapidated houses on the side of the street on weekdays. When the wind and rain can't stay in the house, he goes out and spends a few pennies to buy it in the cafe. The cheapest dim sum last time, and then I sat until the wind and rain stopped before going back.

I ignored these people and looked for hotels along the street, hoping to rest as soon as possible. However, I asked three or five hotels, and they were either full or there were not enough rooms, which was a bit strange.

"What do you mean, we have passed two blocks, and counting you, it is already the sixth hotel, and it is full again. Are you going to hold a winter festival recently or is there something special about the town, or Are you saying that you want to bully us outsiders?"

Rao is a good-tempered Anthony at this time, and he is also a little angry. Anyone who runs around like this in the rain will be in a bad mood.

"It is because there are too many guests recently, you may not know that there is a band of robbers between Delchimo and Corta, who raid the village all day long. If they are targeted, the man will be decapitated. , the corpse is hung upside down on the tree and left to be eaten by birds and beasts. The woman is even worse. After being defiled, she has to be stripped naked, cut several **** openings and throw it in the wild. You also know that in this weather, the wasteland is everywhere They are all wolves, the fate of these women... So now people between the two cities are starting to flee to the surrounding cities."

The owner of the hotel looked around tremblingly when he spoke, not knowing whether he was worried that the robbers rushed to the door and cut him down, or that those who had escaped could hear him asking for trouble.

"Where's the most expensive hotel in town?"

After listening to the explanation from the innkeeper, Donald pondered for a while and asked.

Since there are a lot of refugees, there is no need to think about other hotels. It is estimated that they are already full, so Donald does not ask which one is better, but directly asks which one is the most expensive.

Since they are fleeing, they can't all be rich, can they?

As it turns out, Donald was right, and the most expensive hotel in Delchmo is now nearly half empty.

The carriage was parked in the stable, and before Donald left, he placed a warning circle on the carriage. After all, there were two big boxes of treasure on it.

It was still the same room layout as when they stayed in Beiruye City before. Lilo and Julia shared a room, and the other three were in a zigzag shape to protect the two of them in the middle.

After a brief wash, Donald didn't rush to sleep, but pulled out his chair and sat in front of the fireplace, along with a small low table next to it. The emblem of the God of Morning Light was placed on it by him. Put it on the desk on the other side, and put a plate of dried fruit biscuits instead.

According to his usual habit, he would look at spell scrolls or inscription notes for a while, but tonight he was not holding either of these two things, but the old book he got from Claremont.

Although the books are old, they are not broken, and they are even extremely well preserved.

Rubbing the paper with your fingers, you can easily feel the toughness of its texture. It doesn't look like it's made of paper pulp, but like some other material. It's just that you didn't pay much attention to the binding, and the edges are just made of some white loops. It's hooked, but it doesn't disperse. It's just that the pimples when reading are a little bad.

There is not much content recorded on each page. Some of them are only a few dozen words, and some of them are only a picture or a magic circle, but not much content does not mean that they are thin. More than 20 pages, Donald barely understood more than half of it all day.

There is no other reason. What is recorded in this book is the source of Claremont’s magical power—the acquisition and use of the power of faith!

The first time I saw this book in the village church, when Claremont talked about what it recorded, Donald's subconscious reaction was a sneer, and more of a sense of absurdity in his mind.

Yes, Donald didn't believe Claremont had such a thing in his hands at all.

The power of faith, this is the most rooted power of the gods, a mortal, to acquire and use?

No matter how you say it, it is a bit too exaggerated, so that there is a false sense.

Claremont once said that he saw a man standing on a giant tree man climbing over mountains and mountains in a forest somewhere, and then he went to kneel and worship...

It's fake, it's just a lie he made up now.

But that story is not entirely false, at least the giant tree man, Claremont did see it.

It's just that it's not a giant tree man who climbs mountains and mountains. In fact, if there is such a big guy, normal people see it, let alone kneeling and bowing. Whether his legs can be obeyed is another story.

What he really saw was the corpse of a giant tree man in the cave.

On the stone platform beside the corpse, he found the book.

To prove that he was telling the truth, Claremont even described to Donald the location where he found the giant Treant cave and some details of the environment inside and outside the cave.

Donald thought to himself that those things could never have been made up.

Since then, he has really started to pay attention to this ancient book, and after getting it, he has been studying it almost all the way.

"What kind of existence are the gods in the starry sky?"

"What's the difference between a demigod and a god?"

"Why do I feel the respect of the forest for me, and I can control the forest, but I still can't become a god?"

These are the three questions written in extremely dark brown on the first page of the opening of this ancient book, which seem to be asking themselves, but which confuse everyone who sees it later with the same doubts.

The first thing Donald saw was the word "demi-god"...

When he was practicing in Demingham a few days ago, Donald asked Delia very early on how the complete hierarchy of the heretics was divided.

In fact, in Preston, Cann Antoine told Donald almost all.

After the four stages of aliens, power, awakening, and domination, it is the pinnacle of all creatures - demigods!

The so-called demigods, the simplest description:

Under the gods, above all things!

And since the person who wrote this ancient book dared to write these three questions, it naturally means that he is already a demigod, otherwise, how could he have the intention to think about this kind of question.

It's like the ants never worry about the gap between themselves and the elephant, because they simply can't understand the elephant's existence.

In any case, an ancient book, probably written by a demigod, is invaluable!

Donald naturally cherished it very much, and read it word by word when he read it, for fear of missing some key information.

The first few pages of the ancient book are all thoughts and ideas on these three issues. The content is extremely obscure, not to say that I can’t understand the words. In fact, the words inside are the official words of the Ryan Empire, but it is too colloquial and scattered. Some places can't even be connected into sentences, it's more like the integration of some thought nodes that someone wrote down as the thoughts in his mind changed when he was thinking.

For example, in one of the paragraphs, the previous sentence is:

"It's really troublesome, can't we make a ring, Lao Tzu's domain is plants and life, then let the gods in the same domain fight with Lao Tzu, if I lose, I will die... Anyway, Lao Tzu lives. enough."

The next sentence becomes:

"My body can't accept the power of faith, and my soul also has dirt. It's not pure enough? How can it be pure if it's a creature in the world?"

But as Donald flipped through it, he soon discovered that the content of the subsequent records of this book was obviously fragmented, and it should have been added slowly by the person who wrote the book over a long period of time.

"External objects carry the power of faith, and then there is a special magic circle to convert this energy into power that can be controlled by me. This is the only feasible solution, but what can carry and collect the power of faith? What kind of magic circle can transform the power of faith?"

This is the text that appeared in the middle of the ancient book, and the subsequent pages are almost all kinds of attempts and records of the results of the attempts.

On the front of the penultimate page, the magic circle that transforms energy mentioned in the ancient book finally appeared on the paper.

Accepting the prayers and prayers of believers with the idol, and then using the magic circle to use this energy for his own use, this difficulty was successfully overcome by him!

Claremont relied on it and made up his mind to become a god.

In a sense, it was a half success.

But Donald also turned to the last page and saw the passage recorded in the center of the page.

"Although the experiment has been initially successful, this method is only a shortcut. It allows me to control divine power, but it cannot allow me to truly possess divine power. Shackles, but I don't have enough time..."

The text stopped here, Zhu Jue sat sideways by the fireplace, looked at the beeping firewood, raised his hand and pinched the bridge of his nose, hoping to relieve some fatigue.

To be eternal, this is what all life longs for, and Donald is naturally very tempted, but it is not so easy to achieve this step.

In terms of the conditions described in the ancient books, it is useless to have a statue and a magic circle. There must be believers. Then I look back and think about Claremont. After so many years of hard work, I finally got hundreds of believers. Overnight, Quan became his enemy, and he also changed from a virtuous great sage to a haggard old man.

Leaning back in the chair a little tired, Donald narrowed his eyes to relax.

In the next second, a hand was placed on his shoulders from behind him and slowly kneaded.

"when did you come?"

Donald rarely realized it was Stephanie when he turned his attention.

"It's been half an hour since I came here. I wanted to call you, but you were so absorbed in reading, I'm too embarrassed to disturb you... Well, I'm here to bring you a fruit platter, I know you like it If you eat peaches and apples, but you are too lazy to peel them, I will cut them up for you."

Using a fork to put a piece of peach meat to Donald's mouth, seeing that the latter opened his mouth and swallowed, the frown that had been frowning before relaxed, Stephanie breathed a sigh of relief, and quietly wiped the sweat from her face, Then asked,

"What is written here?"

"Written... It's about how to get Claremont's ability. It's a bit special, so I was a little fascinated by it for a while."

In the end, Donald didn't say that this is an ancient book of demigods. The fewer people know about this kind of thing, the better. It's not that he doesn't trust Stephanie, he's just worried about causing trouble to her.

"You rest, I'll go back first, and remember to rinse your mouth after eating, otherwise the pulp will get uncomfortable between your teeth."

Clapping her hands, Stephanie yawned, she was actually tired too.

"Don't go back, just sleep here tonight."

"what?"

Donald's sudden sentence made Stephanie froze in place. Is this considered... an invitation?

"But I'm not ready yet."

After a bumpy day in the carriage, she is now tired and looking bad, and she wants to sleep... She wants to show the best of herself to Donald~lightnovelpub.net~What do I need to prepare for sleep... ...Oh~ you...don't worry, I'm tired too, just sleep, nothing else. "

Donald pinched Stephanie's nose and smiled helplessly.

In the end, Stephanie still did not bend Donald, and the two slept in the same bed.

Donald really didn't plan to do anything. Reading that ancient book consumed him too much energy. In addition, he had been consuming mental energy to maintain the shield on the way here. He slept with Stephanie in his arms within a few minutes of his head touching the pillow. .

When there was a slight snoring next to her, Stephanie turned around and looked at the handsome face looming in the firelight.

She didn't tell Donald that the Donald she saw sitting by the fireplace when she entered the door was very different from the usual him.

In a trance, the black robe and the dark golden skull crown appeared on his body again.

It makes me want to bow down when I see it...